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Who: two nerds and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: now!

[ The audio comes on sharply, but everything is still dark as two people discuss their situation.]

Is that the camera? Can you get it to work?

I - think so? Here, push this --

I am pushing it, Hank. I thought you knew about these from that show you keep watching. Space Trek?

It's Star Trek and that isn't exactly - you know, the same thing as this.

Right. . . . Wait, I think I see something on the side.

[ And the video flickers on, the red light glowing softly. It focuses on two men. One in a wheelchair and the other right next to him, peering curiously at the camera before they step back satisfied. ]

Well, that’s over and done with. Hello to anyone who might be out there. My name is Charles Xavier and this is Hank McCoy. Apparently we’ve been kidnapped again, by an unknown force again for some mysterious reason.

[muttered:] Again. [and louder] So if anyone would be kind enough to explain exactly what's going on, we'd appreciate it. You have our thanks in advance.

But do keep it pertinent.

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[he winces at her outburst, and then he - abruptly steps away from Charles and moves to where it's private, and after a bit of fumbling, switches the feed over to private as well. Something he should have done when they first started getting into this, but better later than never.

He closes his eyes and takes a few, deep breaths - calm, calm, he has to stay calm - before he forces himself to look at her again]

Then what do you want me to say?

[She thinks about just ending the feed a few dozen times as he gets himself situated, but she doesn't. She isn't going to run from...whatever this is.] I don't know.

I want you to be the monster or someone completely different named Bob or Tex or Emery or something. [But not this. Not someone people she has some reason to care about vouch for.]

You could call me Henry. Or - Static. [he shrugs a shoulder, but he offers over the alternatives almost immediately]

Look . . . [he takes a deep breath] If you want to hate me because of - who I am in your world, I wouldn't blame you for it at all, or hold it against you. But I'm not . . . that man, either. Charles - he wouldn't let me become something like that. Especially not after everything we've been through back home and . . . elsewhere.

Static? [Richie's friend? She's spent too much time in multi-verse traps.]

Well, you got me there. No Charles in my world. [She doesn't really want to hate anyone, but there are a few names that are particularly bad and he made the short list. Congratulations on not being Apocalypse at least?]

Mmm. [he shrugs again] It was a nickname I used for a while, before I remembered my real one. But that's . . . a story for another time. If you want it.

[well, no wonder everything goes to shit. He closes his eyes, sighing out] That might explain it, then. Or it might not.

Like Blade. [She knows this story.]

I'm going with not since I grew up without him and I don't torture innocent people. [She was an assassin in her early teens though.]

Right, like - Blade. [he stutters a little over the nickname, having not had to use it in a while]

Mm, well . . . [he winces a little at her wording] To - touch on something else you said, the only experiments I've ever ran were on myself. And I paid the price for that. [he glances off screen for a moment, his tone a touch guilty, before he glances back] And that was years ago.

[It's okay. She calls him Erik. She just knows he's gone by that name and why.]

What kind of price? [You know sounding guilty is only going to make her more suspicious under the circumstances.]

[he purses his lips, then decides to just be blunt with it]

How do you think I got blue and furry?

[he rubs the back of his neck, fidgety] My mutation has always been physical, but it was just - my feet. I tried to suppress it, so I'd look . . . so I wouldn't stand out, and instead it enhanced the cells. [a vague gesture] And that's what happened. Instead of normal, like I wanted, I got that instead.

You're not blue or furry at the moment.

But you wanted to pass for human and it backfired. [She's never had that problem, but she has wanted to not be a mutant. Not for a long time, but when she first realized what was happening she was terrified of it.]

At the moment, mm. [there's a pause, while he checks his pockets, and a brief frown before his attention is back on the screen]

But - yeah, it backfired. [a brief, wry twist to his lips] The only reason I look like this is because I found a way to suppress it, but it isn't permanent. I'll be blue and furry again in a matter of hours.

[She's starting to relax juuuuust slightly as she speaks to him because he's infuriatingly reasonable. If he looks like the Dark Beast she's not sure how easy it will be to keep them separated in her mind.]

Guessing you didn't stock for an abduction.

Considering everything, you think I would learn to prepare for that.

[it comes out a little dry, because he's so done with this kidnapping bullshit. Done in an exasperated kind of way]

I should have lined my clothes with cigarettes. Live and learn.

[This is strange. She's talking to him like a person. It doesn't feel right, but neither did holding him on trial for crimes a different man committed.]

Mm, live and learn. [he sighs out, and as relaxed as things are starting to become . . . he's still going to fidget, especially now that he knows he only has a matter of hours before he'll likely go into hiding. He takes off his glasses, idly fiddling with them for a moment before cleaning them on his shirt]

How many . . . [he pauses, frowns down at his glasses, then continues] How many others are from - your world?

One other. [And it's probably worth being nervous about.]

...I told Erik I wouldn't hurt you.

Ah. [don't worry, he's very nervous about it]

Uh - thanks. I - appreciate it. [he puts his glasses back on] Like I said . . . I wouldn't have blamed you if you had. [a shrug]

If you're as innocent as they say I would have blamed herself eventually. [But the very thing that makes her more keen to listen to Erik is what makes it so hard to be okay with Hank. And it was only days ago she was telling Sam you can't blame one world's version for something another world's did. Funny how that works.]

But we're not hanging out and braiding each other's hair anytime soon.

My hair's too short for that anyway. [it comes out a little deadpanned, but there's relief in there, too. It would be awkward if anyone attacked him - especially now, where he wouldn't be sure whether to defend himself or let them do what they want]

We really dodged a bullet there. [You should probably always defend, but she's not going to tell you that.] I'll leave you to the more welcoming welcomers. [She's still tense from all this and doesn't want to be unnecessarily abusive, but also doesn't want to be friendly at the moment.]

Ah . . . right, sure. [unless someone else comes along to yell at him, but] I'll - . . . [saying "see you around" doesn't seem like a good idea, and he ends up floundering on what to say before he just gestures with a hand] I'll leave you alone.

[There's a nod of acknowledgement before she ends the feed. She doesn't feel good about any of this.]

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